❤️ Final Thoughts
Tonight reminded me that sometimes, the best comfort food isn’t about trends or fancy techniques — it’s about the flavors that raised us.
Cooking my mom’s classic dish wasn’t just dinner. It was a warm hug from the past, a reminder that no matter how far we go, home will always live in the recipes we carry in our hearts.
So, if you’re missing home, go ahead — cook that dish your mom used to make. Taste it slowly. Let it take you back. Because sometimes, the simplest meal can be the most powerful way to feel like a kid again.
